So, I took a big step last night.
I bought a domain name. http://www.tamarashoemaker.org. That’s it. That’s me. I made my own little dimple in the vast internet-ly ocean of currents.
It’s not that big a deal, you think.
You’re probably right. It’s really not. I clicked on the domain name and voila! My new site.
Now, I’ve never gone sky diving, and there’s not a single temptation anyone could spread before me to get me to approach a plane with a parachute on my back. I will die first. But I have a pretty decent imagination, and I imagine that the same feeling of terror and helplessness and stomach-wave-bye-bye feeling that would accompany me on that first jump from the plane would be fairly similar to what I felt last night as my husband nodded his slow permission for me to go for it.
I was terrified. And now, I have my own site.
To me, that means that I need to earn the right to keep that spot, to actually make a career out of what began as a hobby, to put in the hours and hours and hours of sweat and sleepless nights and mind-numbing agony over relentless plot holes.
That makes it sound bad.
I love this writing thing. If I didn’t love it so much, I’d give it up before one pulse-beat moved to the next. I love to create worlds from my mind, memorize them and toss them out onto my laptop screen, and from there, to find them spread before me in novel form.
So, I bought the site. And now, I’m going sky diving. See you all at the bottom!
God gives us 70, 90 years (maybe). Why not spend them jumping out of figurative planes? 🙂
Here’s one reader, who’s glad you did!
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Thanks, Deb! I’m enjoying the leap! 😉
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